Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on your Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some shadow [?], he kinda loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't none of that
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe
Still the blunts getting ya
worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that
You want to that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?